CHAPTER XXXII.
The moment that Mr. Temple reached his friend’s chambers, he threw himself into a chair.
“What repose—what leisure—what retirement is here!” cried he. “A man can think and feel a moment for himself.”
“Not well, I fear, in the midst of the crackling of these parchments,” said Alfred, folding up the deeds at which he had been at work. “However, I have now done my business for this day, and I am your man for what you please—if you are not engaged by some of your great people, we cannot do better than dine together.”
“With all my heart,” said Mr. Temple.
“And where shall we dine?” said Alfred.
“Any where you please. But I have a great deal to say to you, Alfred—don’t think of dining yet.”
“At the old work!” cried Alfred.